1. Oh father... I have a question for the letters
Impossible, and every sweet is impossible

2. For ten years, passion has spun my poetry
So my letters are caravans and travels

3. Poetry sprouts in my mouth in Arabic
Between its sides, soft and gentle

4. Its meter emerges boiling from the parchments
And its rhymes glistening like swords

5. It read the palm, and the confused faces
And the corners...and what the shadows folded

6. So it was evident bitterleaf and wormwood
And diagrams on which the sands urge

7. Faces intersected, so they flirted
And its south and north faded away

8. Tell us, and indulge about our disgrace
So why don't the words prove to be true?

9. That the mother of falcons gives birth to a falcon
Like its father.. for whom the mountains yearn

10. That the Arak branch lives like a sword
And the palm trees die while tall

11. So why doesn't the sword beget a sword?
And why don't the cubs growl?

12. Oh morning of questioning, the tradition of my Lord
Nothing but He has the majestic perfection

13. When the stalks of wheat fall to the ground
A birth begins..and demise draws near

14. Tell us..they didn't lie and we knew
Afterwards why "life is a struggle"

15. And we grew tired "the earth narrowed around us" but
Despite this..in our depths there are hopes

16. That a mother who gave birth to you
Didn't cease to have men who can answer